Crashing The Slumber Party
Crashing The Slumber Party
You had my food, now you have me
Hit that fucking high pitch note
So you never had real pussy before?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You can't and will not escape
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
Let me guess, you want them
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Will you still call me after?
Special treatment for special privileges
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking